Page 26 of Forget me Knot
“Oh, fuck off,” I growl. “That’s the last resort plan.”
“Why is it?” he asks. “It’s a perfectly fucking solid plan.”
“She’s eighteen and scared stiff. We don’t even know if she’s had her first heat yet!”
“Okay, Mama Bear. Calm down,” he says, chuckling at me, making it hard to stay mad at his completely alpha suggestion. “It was just an idea I tossed out there.”
“I know, and I’m sorry for getting angry. Itisa solid plan in theory, but in reality, not so much.”
“Yeah. Back to the drawing board.”
We both stare at the ceiling, the weight of the situation settling between us, every second feeling heavier than the last. Jack’s arm wraps tighter around me, and I take comfort in his strength, even if I can’t see a way out just yet.
Jack’s hand gently cups my cheek, turning my face towards him. His eyes search mine, and I can see the seriousness in his gaze. “We’re going to fix this,” he says firmly.
“I know we are,” I whisper back, though I’m not entirely sure how.
Jack leans in and plants a soft kiss on my forehead before settling back down beside me. “Now get some sleep,” he murmurs. “We’ve got a lot to sort out tomorrow.”
I nod and close my eyes again, letting sleep drag me under, safe in Jack’s arms, even if it is just for now.
Chapter 13
Sam
It’s early. Way too early to be sitting out here like some kind of stalker, staring up at Lily’s flat, which I happen to know is above the flower shop. Jack is in there as well. He messaged last night to say there was an emergency, and he was staying over. I wanted to ask, but is it my place? Almost assuredly not.
When the rooster lets out its early morning cry, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I stare at it for a second and then chuckle, sliding my thumber over the screen to answer it.
“Hey, Jack.”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Lurking.”
“No shit.”
I look up at the window from the park bench and see him giving me the finger from inside the flat.
“Classy,” I mutter into the phone, smirking. “What’s the emergency?”
“Nothing you need to know about, or I would’ve told you last night. Go home.”
“I want to help.”
Jack’s simmering silence is punctuated by him disappearing from the window and hanging up on me.
“Nice,” I mutter, but then I see the side gate opening that leads to the back garden. I get up and cross over the street. Jack is dressed in just his jeans, which he hasn’t even bothered to zip up, with sleep-tousled hair. It gives me a huge pang of envy that he has crawled out of bed with Lily. Her scent clings to his skin, and it drives all the blood straight to my cock.
He steps aside to let me in, and I have to hold my breath just to get past him. He shuts the gate and moves the giant cactus in front of it.
“What is that monstrosity doing over here?” I ask, just for something to say that isn’t a demand to see Lily immediately.
“Temporary security measures. Now you are here, lurking, stalking, whatever the fuck you’re doing, you can help make them more permanent.”
“How and why?”
“Don’t ask questions, just do what you do.” He waves his hand around vaguely as Lily sticks her head out of the back door, eyes still half closed with sleep, her hair all over. Her delectable curves are visible beneath her cute summer pjs, white with strawberries on them. She yawns and it’s as adorable as watching a little kitten emerging from slumber.
